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Harlem lyrics

Summer night in Harlem, Man it's really hot! Well it's too hot to sleep and too hot to eat. I don't care if I die or not!

Winter night in Harlem, ooh ooh radiator won't get hot, and that mean ole landlord he don't care if i freeze to death or not!

Saturday night in Harlem, AHH ever'ry thing's alright. You can really swang and shake your pretty thang, the parties are out of sight.

Sunday morning here in Harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up. The heathen folk just gettin home from the party and the good folk just got up. Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher to the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin, cheatin man..

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